Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 362 The Spirit of God Descends
Some people looked on with worship, kneeling and praying as if worshipping a god.

But many more are those who are constantly turned into pillars of salt, regardless of gender, age, wealth, or social status. Anyone who looks up at the sky and is within the Washington area seems to be accepting some kind of judgment.

Those who pass either remain oblivious or become fanatical worshippers; those who fail have only one fate: to be transformed into pillars of salt!
People screamed, wailed, and roared.

Watching a living person turn to stone in front of you, then turn into a pile of salt, would be terrifying for any normal person.

Most alarmingly, some church priests and devout believers, upon seeing this scene, declared that it was God punishing America, because the people of America had become like the historically sinful city of Sodom.

Only those who have a devout faith in God can be saved.

This story comes from the Old Testament of the Bible and is known to many people in the religiously-minded United States. As soon as it appeared, everyone chose to believe it.

then……

"Ahhhh-"

The priest-like man turned into a pillar of salt amidst terrified screams, still maintaining the posture of running with his head down in life, *splat*!

His head slipped off, fell to the ground, and rolled away.

"..."

After a brief silence, an even more frantic escape and hiding ensued.

During this time, some strange things happened.

All those who were spiritually broken and wanted to take advantage of the chaos were immediately turned into pillars of salt. Some priests and believers were not persecuted at all, and many who were kind to others and had never committed a crime were also spared...

"So you mean this is really the power that God supposedly used to destroy the evil city of Sodom?"

Having also seen the giant eye, the Grand Commander, who had survived thanks to some special means, sat on the sofa and fiercely questioned his secret advisor.

This position was specially arranged after the establishment of the Administration Bureau, and it was filled by the most knowledgeable and perceptive person in the Administration Bureau. After all, it was to serve the President, so some requirements had to be high.

Now, this mystical advisor has come into play: "That's right, based on our assessment, this power is indeed the power that destroyed Sodom."

As he spoke, the consultant's own tone was incredulous, and his eyes were full of amazement.

miracle?

The president's expression was grim and uncertain.

That's so strange, really so strange.

The sudden and successive natural disasters that just happened, followed by this judgment, make it hard to say that this is not man-made.

what?
miracle?

impossible.

The deficiencies inside are too great.

So, who would be doing this?
The president started dialing Smith's number, but unfortunately, after ringing for a minute, there was still no response.

Then, before he could say anything...

One phone call after another came in.

The phone numbers of the Minister of Defense, the Meteorological Department, the Secretariat, and the FBL...

The president's expression crumbled with each of these phone calls.

New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco... major cities have been precisely hit by natural disasters?

Three typhoons have formed off the west coast and are heading towards the coast!
Online public opinion has collapsed, major media outlets are scrambling to report on it, and the scale of protests in various places is showing a trend of increasing?

"Fuck!!" the president roared in despair.

But the secretariat's report was very useful, successfully pulling the president back from the brink of madness.

According to preliminary investigations, most of those accurately killed by natural disasters in major cities were powerful and wealthy individuals, with few accidental deaths. These powerful and wealthy individuals had all recently been involved in the same matter—targeting a family called Kano.

Preliminary, uncertain, but speculative, these events may be related to this family. Further information needs to be gathered before making any predictions.

This is the inference made by the Secretariat based on the pattern discovered in a short period of time.

The secretariat cannot confirm this due to limited information.

But the president is different. Although he doesn't carry out the specifics, he knows everything, and all matters are documented and placed on his desk.

and so……

The Grand President has an impression of the Cano family.

At first, it seemed like just a small-to-medium-sized gang family that would eventually be destroyed under the pressure of the new law. But a few years ago, things suddenly changed. They started to transform into capitalists, launder their money, and grow their businesses significantly.

It has launched many constructive and even epoch-making products, and in just a few years it has become a group with a significant presence in Florida. With its main products such as weight loss drugs and aphrodisiacs, it has the potential to become a pharmaceutical company covering the entire United States and even the world.

Of course, this is not easy. Many pharmaceutical companies and other capital have their eyes on this suddenly emerging, unpredictable, and lucrative opportunity.

Then came the sudden Candy Hill incident, which led the Bureau to launch a crackdown on the Cano family...

"hiss."

The president's mind was now clear; he understood that it was Louis Cano who had done it!
Otherwise, how could such a coincidence happen?

Upon realizing this, the president's lips twitched, and he began repeatedly dialing Smith's number. That bastard, not only did he not share any of his worries, but he also brought a huge problem right away!

And what promise did he just make to himself?
What now? !

We can't get in touch with them!
My mentality exploded.

The president felt that he was probably finished, and that any thoughts of extending his term were out of the question.

The advisor beside him watched awkwardly as the president vented his frustration. After a while, the president unplugged the constantly ringing telephone cord and looked at the advisor, "Is there a way to solve this?"

Now that things have come to this, we can only try our best to resolve them. We can't let things get any worse. That big eye in the sky is really terrifying!

"Um, please tell me in detail what happened."

Then, as he explained, the president flipped through the documents Smith had given him earlier.

"..."

"Commander, I think we have no choice but to agree to their conditions now. And to be honest, for a god, giving a piece of land is nothing."

"If we provoke them too much, I don't know if America will be finished, but a large number of high-ranking officials will definitely die," the advisor thought to himself.

The president looked at the documents in his hand, undecided.

He really doesn't want to take the blame!

If he actually signs the document, he'll probably have to step down right now, his political career will be over, and he'll become one of the worst presidents in American history...

Unfortunately, he had no choice.

"Call the Minister of Defense and the others over."

The secretary ran out as if fleeing.

soon.

The president argued with the secretary of defense, vice president, generals and other high-ranking officials in the White House for half an hour.

Within this half hour.

The enormous eye never disappeared; no one could stop it, no one could touch it, no one could block it…

However, it was the priests with differing beliefs who came to the fore.

These alternative priests, who believed in the Spirit of God in the Trinity and in the Christian doctrines of destruction, cleansing of sin, judgment of evil, and creation of a new world, began to preach under these circumstances.

In this extreme environment, the priests' missionary work proceeded with terrifying ease. Everyone had faith, reverence, and worship. Even those who did not personally agree with the doctrine were forced to change their minds at this moment, and in a short period of time, under the pressure of life and death, they became more devout than the most devout believers.

In the end, my thinking changed.

They've actually come to support the theory of trial!
Even just ten minutes later, the streets and alleys were full of people, carrying crosses and Bibles, walking in the streets, bathed in God's gaze.

They are undergoing God's examination and selection.

Those who turn into pillars of salt under the gaze of others must have committed one of the following: sin, disbelief in the spirit of God, or something similar.

Those who gradually became able to raise their heads and even look directly into God's eyes were revered as righteous people of God, or even apostles!

They walked quietly through the city.

They were like a group of energetic ascetics.

They accept fellow believers one by one, help the elderly and children who have lost care, and those who have been injured in accidents, without any complaints. In their eyes, these people who have been tested are righteous people who will live in the new world in the future and should not be lost.

As for those salt pillars?

They are all sinners!

They didn't even glance at him.

Gradually, the crowd grew larger and larger. In this disorderly city, no officials came to stop them. Moreover, as a religious group, their actions were legal at this moment, a right granted to them by American law.

Soon, the crowd began to disperse and spread, spreading wildly among the people like a virus.

From afar, in a city filled with destruction and fear, screams and flames, the quiet and solemn atmosphere maintained among the believers brought an indescribable sense of dread.

This is not inhumane!
It's weird, so weird.

……

Half an hour passed.

The White House doors opened.

The Grand Commander looked exhausted, yet with a hint of relief. He turned to his deputy and said, "From now on, it's up to you. You must be careful in your dealings with the Cano family, and keep a close eye on the Bureau!"

His deputy, the vice president who could temporarily fill in according to regulations, was nodding with a bitter expression, clearly unwilling to be president.

Especially the president at this time.

Unfortunately, he had no choice.

"President, what about Smith's handling..." the deputy president asked hesitantly. Smith was the president's man, and he had to find out the details now.

"Hmph." The president's face turned ugly whenever Smith, the director of the administration, was mentioned.

"Just pretend he's dead, and select the next board member based on the candidates he previously nominated."

"I see."

After giving some instructions on government affairs, the president looked at the Minister of Defense and high-ranking officials such as FBL, saying, "In the future, we must pay more attention to the secret side."

After saying that, he stopped looking at them and walked alone to a car.

Next, once the procedures are completed, he will no longer be the president.

After half an hour of political negotiations, he managed to persuade the others to step down without suffering too much negative impact, for which he paid a huge price.

Just before boarding the train.

He looked south.

The eyes are complicated.

A god... a god in the world, and a god who acts so recklessly, where should America go from here?

Hopefully, that idiot Smith isn't dead and can continue to oversee God's plan.

As a beacon of civilization.

Humanity must never place its hopes in the hands of such a god.

The vehicle slowly started moving, and the president, head bowed, left the White House, a symbol of supreme power in the United States.

……

Although the United States is a religious country, it is also a modern country. After more than a century of changes, religion? Faith?
Their power is indeed great, but it's only superficial reverence.

Especially at this moment, the United States, which prides itself on being a beacon of civilization, would certainly not have any goodwill toward a deity like Louis, whose attitude is somewhat malicious!

This is the pride of being a lighthouse!
pity.

The lighthouse is about to collapse.

In less than a decade, magical realism will take place on this land, turning the lights into darkness and transforming it into a complete cancer.

And now, such signs are already emerging.

Animal protection, environmental protection, feminism, and so on have become widespread trends.

……

With the vice president taking office, a document was sent from the White House to Florida and quickly reached Sugar Hill.

Candy Mountain.

Louis, who was meeting his grandfather, was startled. His grandfather, Karl, asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just a small matter. At least that guy in the White House has some self-awareness." Louis reached out and pulled out a stack of documents, causing ripples in the air.

He handed it to his grandfather.

Upon seeing it, Karl's eyes widened.

Cut off Florida?!
Carl flipped through the documents in disbelief and found that they contained not only detailed discussions on the partition of Florida, but also matters such as the division of business interests and the resignation of the president.

Of course, most importantly, it also contains a document sentencing numerous capitalist families and officials for crimes against humanity, to be executed immediately!

Why this happened, and for whom, seems crystal clear at this moment.

Carl's hands trembled as he carefully reassembled the documents, somewhat at a loss, unsure of where to put them.

In the end, he could only look at Louis, his eyes filled with shock, surprise, relief, and emotion.

Louis smiled as he took the documents, put his arm around his grandfather's shoulder, and walked into the base. "Alright, Grandfather, don't think about these things now. Have you set a time for the family dinner? I'm looking forward to having a good meal. I haven't had a proper meal for a year, and my mouth is really bland..."

The sound faded away.

Louis put away the documents.

The disaster in Washington, D.C., has finally begun to come to a complete end.

The enormous eye in the sky began to slowly close, then faded and disappeared.

However, at the last moment before it disappeared, it separated into more than a dozen invisible gray rays of light, which headed down towards Washington and merged into the bodies of more than a dozen people who could look up and meet its gaze.

These were the most fervent of the fervent believers, and in a sense, Louis's most steadfast supporters, and more tolerant of that insignificant bit of doomsday divine power.

When the eyes disappeared.

In Washington, cheers erupted. Although the disaster was mainly aimed at sinners, it still affected some ordinary people who were neither good nor evil. Moreover, it was too horrifying. Now that it was gone, most people could rest easy.

It's not limited to this place.

The disaster in New York, San Francisco, the West Coast and other places is gradually subsiding.

(End of this chapter)